?Chapter 304:


    At that moment, Dominic radiated a sinister aura, brimming with malevolent energy. His eyes, filled with a tumultuous mix of emotions, bored into me as he asked slowly, “Do you only wish to have sex with yton?”


    “Prince yton is nothing like you, you vile scum!” My chest rose and fell rapidly as I red at Dominic, my voice trembling with fury. “Prince yton would never force himself on me like you do! He—”


    My words were abruptly cut off as Dominic’s lips crushed against mine once more. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth—his or mine, I couldn’t tell. I thrashed violently, my hands wing at the air in a desperate bid for freedom, but Dominic was relentless. With effortless strength, he wrenched my arms behind my back, rendering me helpless. My pulse pounded in my ears, a storm of rage, terror, and shame churning inside me.


    Let me go, Dominic! I screamed inwardly, but his suffocating kiss stole my voice.


    Then, without warning, his hands tore at my clothes. The fabric ripped apart with a sickening sound, and cold air rushed over my exposed skin. Instinctively, I tried to cover myself, but Dominic seized the torn remnants of my dress and twisted them around my wrists, binding me with cruel efficiency.


    “Dominic! You can’t—”


    His mouth silenced me again, his kiss brutal and possessive. His tongue forced its way past my lips, tangling with mine in a wet, obscene dance. The sounds of our struggle—the slick, sloshing noises—filled the air, making my stomach turn.


    Dominic’s hands roamed freely now, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples with such viciousness that I feared they might tear away.


    “Let me go… Don’t touch me… Help!” My plea was muffled, the thin strand of saliva connecting our lips snapping as I tried to pull away.


    Dominic tilted my chin up, his smirk cold and mocking. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “I’ve shredded your clothes. If you scream loud enough to draw attention, you’ll be the one humiliated when they find you like this. So tell me—do you really want an audience?”


    My desperate pleas faded into silence as Dominic’s smile twisted with dark satisfaction. He tilted my chin up with a careless flick of his fingers before iming my mouth again. But when his gaze dropped to my corbone—where the faint traces of yton’s marks still lingered—his eyes shed with fury.


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    Without warning, his hand mmed against my chest, shoving me backward until my bare back hit the rough, uneven wall of the pit. A sharp cry tore from my lips as pain radiated through me.


    Dominic’s hands gripped my hips with bruising force, lifting me effortlessly. My legs were forced apart in a humiliating sprawl as his body crushed against mine. With one rough motion, he freed himself and drove into me without mercy, each punishing thrust deliberate and brutal.


    I bit down hard on my lip to stifle my cries, terrified the nearby patrol might hear. His thick length dragged against oversensitive nerves, sending jolts of pain mixed with unwanted sensation as he pushed deeper.


    Dominic’s mouth crashed over mine again, his teeth catching my tongue in a sharp, possessive bite. A broken sound escaped me, but he swallowed it, leaving only muffled whimpers in its wake. The wall scraped against my back as I clung to his neck, torn between resistance and the dizzying, violent rhythm of our bodies.


    “Should I fuck you until you break?” he growled against my ear, voice thick with menace. “Then you won’t tempt anyone else.”


    I shook my head wildly, but Dominic only pounded into me harder, his breathing ragged. Each thrust bordered on unbearable, as if he wanted to carve himself into me. The feverish intensity of his movements left no doubt—he was spiraling beyond reason.


    Makenna’s POV


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